Fight For Her Vision

a physical substance. The air hummed with the quiet, confident chatter of the city's elite. Women in designer dresses held glasses of champagne

lanned, my heart pounding. Now, I scanned the crow

w him. Not Ar

was wearing an expensive-looking suit, a picture of success. He looked like he belonged here. How did he even get an

er of surprise, then irritation, crossed his face. He excused himself

low hiss. "What are you doin

you the same

you, I'm actually trying to build a career,

my place. Before I could respond, a woman fr

thing alright?" she aske

a possessive hand on her arm. "This is Chloe.

ew friends. The rumors were starting right here, right now. The narrative was b

rt. He looked older, grayer, but just as imposing as

oward my old mentor. Mark moved to b

uriously. "Don't you dare try to

rrassed," I said, my voice low but

e tote bag in my hand

prove who the

t have thought I had the blueprin

e see

ing the bag to my che

ty faltered. Heads turned. I saw Arthur's gaze land o

bag. His voice was loud, accusatory. "She stole th

was trying to flip the entire script, to paint me as a thief in

d in, her voice shrill. "Mark, you have to c

ocking. People were staring openly now, whi

. He looked like a king whose banquet had been interrupted by peas

wasn't looking at Mark or me, but at the scene itself, as if it were a stain on hi

wo. Ou

ked what happened. He didn't care. He just wanted th

am so sorry for this disruption. This woman, my ex-girlfriend, has been harassing me.

ips of ice, finally settl

ed the tote bag from my hand. He was faster and st

lding it up for Arthur

iece of evidence was now literally in the han